God's angels come at dawn of day
With messages of cheer
To lead me in the narrow way
And prove His presence here.
Should trials beset, an angel-thought
Reality reveals!
The "still small voice" with comfort fraught
Enlightens me and heals.
Should sin, deluding, thought ensnare,
I need but pray and seek
These angel guardians—they are there
To save from sin the meek.
They cause the enemies to flee
That storm thought's citadel;
Then, gently minist'ring to me,
They whisper, All is well!
And ah! at eventide how sweet,
When dismal day-dreams cease,
And angel-thoughts, with joy replete,
Bring blessed rest and peace.
From dawn to eve, whate'er betide,
Yea, through the darkest night,
I find Thee, Lord, a loving guide,
Whose angels bring Thy light!
Oh! make me worthy to receive
These messengers divine,
That in whatever I achieve
Thy glory, Lord, may shine!
